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"Not at all," replied Asuka to Kimuio's remark, "It is the fools who wish for death. I only grant their wish." Asuka didn't turn her head when she heard footsteps walking towards them. She did side-glance at Saito briefly followed by a nod in acknowledgement. She listened when the Kraken leader spoke and said nothing which signaled her understanding.

"Very well. I must take my leave for now," Asuka turned and walked ahead one step. "Kimuio. Saito. Please do not hesitate to call me if my services are needed. Sayonara." The young woman acted and spoke formally, with a high regard for manners. If she had not been a cold-hearted killer, she could have easily been accepted into first class society.

Despite her gentle calmness and tranquility, once she is excited, there is no way to calm her down. The only thing that can stir her emotions like that is her passion for battle and thirst for blood. But don't get her wrong, not all fights do this to her. It is only fights where her opponent actually has a chance of surviving, a chance that Asuka may die.

But it has been ages since she had encountered a partner like that and because of that, life has lost its colour to her. She walked forward with a bored look about her, once again ignoring the many eyes of the public that was laid on her. She entered Kyoujin Tavern, thinking that maybe alcohol may soothe her boredom, even if it was just by a little bit.

"Mizuki-san, Ken-san. Kombanwa," she said, sitting down in their private room. They might as well have made it official; no-one would dare step a foot in this room, not if they wanted to be killed. Although a sign would only remind others of what they already knew. Asuka took a sip from her sake cup, sighing deeply. "I wonder when we might actually be doing something?"